I had my head on PJ's shoulder, face against his neck. I wasn't going to move because if I saw what was in his eyes, I might let him off the hook and I didn't intend to do that. No, I intended to make him risk his life to fulfill some strange idea I had that I would probably regret later but for right now it needed to be done this way.
Chris stood in front of us, waiting. I could see his boots but I didn't look at his face either. Just in case.
Are you sure, Bridget? Because once it's done we can't undo it. You can't touch it. You aren't allowed to get to it. You have to understand that.
I know.
So what happens when you need to see it?
I can call someone to come and help me look at it.
And maybe if we get a boat..
Yes, but only those ways.
Are you sure?
I think it will be okay like this, PJ.
Chris shook his head.
Chris. it will work. It makes sense.
None of this makes sense, princess. Put a bench in the garden. Screw the plaques on it. Done. This isn't an idea that ever should have been taken seriously.
Don't condescend to me, Chris.
I'm not, Bridge. I'm trying to keep you safe.
His eyes flashed and I was treated to the perfect vision of Chris in full armor, holding his sword. Glorious red beard flaming his moods into fruition.
I know. But please.
The plea brought PJ's arm a little tighter around my head.
Let's get this show on the road guys.
